From Prisoner to Project

(DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE IS WRONG. FICTION, NOT ADVOCATING)

Vera

The little blue car wasn’t meant for this, not anymore. Not the open road, not the mountains, and certainly not four women with guns, booze, and enough bad ideas to level a city. But here we were, barreling north with the windows down and pop songs about alphas blasting at full volume.

*“Alpha, claim me, never tame me!” w*e shout